Lulu

Her brother has nicknamed her lulu. I don't think that nickname could be any cuter. I love that he came up with it on his own and almost always only calls her by some variation of it (lulu, lu, lulie).

She is sweeter than she is cute and more cuddly than any baby I have ever known. Today she found a napkin under the kitchen table and rested her head on it and gave it pat pats. She does this to anything that is remotely soft.

She is a little peanut, weighing just 20 pounds at her 1 year well check and she's short too, only in the 37th percentile for height. She's perfect to us, we love her petite-ness.

Somehow she got blonde hair and blue eyes?! When I was pregnant with her I envisioned a brown haired brown eyed girl, looking similar to her brother. Now, I can't picture her looking any different.

She fills this house with squeals and giggles and all things girly. We can't get enough of her precious nose crinkled smile. We love this sweet girl!

just to remember

Marshall keeps us laughing. It seems each day he says something and I find myself trying to remember all of the funny little things he says and does at three. Without fail, I forget. I thought by at least putting a few thoughts on the blog I will at least be able to go back and read through some of the things he is saying and doing.

Last Saturday we went through the Starbucks drive thru. We had told Marshall we would get him a kid's hot chocolate. We have never done this before, in fact Marshall has always said, "Sparguck's is for grown ups." He was VERY excited. As we pulled up he decided he might like to try a frappucino. Long story short, Starbucks messed up our order and he ended up with a tall non fat java chip frap with whip (for free!-holla). He was thrilled and felt so grown up. He drank about 1/4 of it and then said "Mommy, can you put this in the cup holder? I don't want to be awake in the night." We still don't know how he knows the affects of caffeine or how he knew what he was drinking had caffeine. The boy listens to EVERYTHING!

Scott took Marshall on a father son date last night. While driving Marshall started asking questions. This is normal. Marshall asks SO MANY questions. This was the conversation as Scott told me:

M: Daddy are cheetahs fast runners?
S: Yes, cheetahs are very fast.
M: Do cheetahs eat people?
S: Yes, sometimes cheetahs do eat people. What would you do if you saw a cheetah?
M: Shoot it. But I'd wear safety goggles!

My dad would be so proud. He has always been a proponent for eye safety, so much that he tried to make my sister and me wear eye goggles when we played field hockey in high school, we had to wear safety goggles around a camp fire etc.

Marshall-isms (I love how kids mis-pronounce and say words their own special way. Here are a few of Marshall's. I'll have to continue adding to this list.)



He means: fort He says: fork
He means: Chick-fil-a He says: chicken-uh-filet
He means: boulevard He says: boulegarden (Olive Garden is on Clemson Boulegarden. He thinks that is hilarious.)
He means: hood He says: hook
He means: bandaid He says: band-age
He means: I am He says: I are (Are I gonna be 4? I are sweet. I are a great big brother.)
He means: Toys-r-Us He says: Toys-is-Us